the force that

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
--Dylan Thomas

there's a something that holds my heart a prisoner
grips from the inside out with a force beyond my understanding
breaks all defensive walls and barriers
and takes the heart whole and yet as if tore by piece

the longing nights exacting penance
cannot compare to the wicked strength that locks my heart
the loneliness of the loneliest day is but a glimmer in comparison
to the crimson redness of this heart's mad prison

the bewitching power of the heart that longs
arrests and drags all reason and all feeling-
the vortex of the immortal instant consumes a lifetime
in desires the end of which the winding road obscures

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